Reflections and notes on the relationship of art to nature and of nature to art from along Warwoman Creek, in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Katuah Province of Turtle Island, where the light, the dark, the seasons, the time of deep past, deep present and deep future all mix in alchemal mists to reveal and hide and transform these slopes, shaded coves, bright rivers, deep forests and me, and together sustain me and my art.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

It's a good week when...

It’s a good week when it’s filled with the smell of turpentine and oil, the smear and jab and drag and scumble of oil paint, -  and six new paintings! Something my dear friend Judy Barber mentioned at lunch a few weeks ago, may have something to do with the clarity with which they developed - that in “real painting” [my term, not her’s], we paint the space that is inside us: the way a slathered area of Payne’s Grey, so much like the darkness that rises inside; the way a rag soaked in turps wipes into that revealing submerged glowing yellow and burnt oranges; the way a life is both revealed and hidden in layers.

"Three Seeds," o/c 12"h. x 9"w.

"as yet untitled #1," o/c 14"h. x 11"w.

"as yet untitled #2," o/c 20"h. x 16"w.

"Summer Seeds," o/c 20"h. x 16"w.

"as yet untitled #3," o/c 12" x 12"

"as yet untitled #4," o/c with pencil. 18"h. x 14"w.